I´ve come to realize that life is but a gameand it doesn´t matter how you score but how you playand although the masses play the host make all the rulesthe only rules you should live by. . .rules made up by you the only rules you should live byin this bent facade of people being who they´re notwho view the world through the wind shield of the beamer they just boughtand swear by hypocrisyyea thinking they´ll go farhey mister can you tell me...tell me who you aretwo for one can you survive one by oneyou stay alive do you think you really stand a chancepray to god for interventiondeities of your inventiondon´t you want to know who deals the hands?